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Ghost of Culloden

Weekend away in medieval castle Traveling to Scotland on overnight train Read the account of Culloden battle Highlanders lost cherished domain. Eyes feeling heavy am swept away living the moment from long ago Brave clan tartans fought that day Historically painful a tale of woe. Gossamer mist clouded dream Minstrel's song of glorious deed Ghostly face with passionate gleam Haunted by silent unspoken need. His presence powerful when I awake Know exactly what he aspires too Culloden fields he cannot forsake To clan markers I go, together we view. High on the moor, the wind is fierce His spirit returns to his long lost past Feel my heart so gently pierced He's returned to highland roots at last. To clarify, my mythical highland ghost survived The Battle of Culloden - April 16, 1746. Wandering over the centuries far away from Scotland He eventually hitched a ride on the overnight train and used my traveler to get to Culloden moor. A Ghost Story Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Angela Tune 08/01/2022

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